Thoughts From the Student: A Look at Stress

   I can't eat. I can't sleep. I've barely engaged in anything resembling normal conversation for a while now. It's not because I've suddenly decided to pursue a life of introversion  but rather because I am the victim of a killer beyond any drug; stress. My homework has gotten to a level where it physically hurts to proceed, my brain is functioning on overdrive, and I cannot remember the last time I was able to fall asleep without study guides littering my bed. I know that I chose the path of hard work, that I picked my classes, I know that I had an idea of what this all would do to me.  Yet, that doesn't stop me from complaining. That is no
comfort in my anxiety or worry. I'm just ready to be done, to hear that final bell ring and walk into a world of sleeping in and open windows.

"We must have pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of pie." - David Mamet